Derrick's POV
"Timothy, I need your advice," I said to my best friend and beta, who was seated right across from me, casually sipping from a mug of coffee as if he didn't have a care in the world.
His eyes lifted from the cup, brows arching slightly. "That's new. You asking for advice instead of giving it?"
I scowled but didn't deny it. I was too tired for my usual sarcasm.
"I've been thinking… about Nathan," I admitted, the words tasting strange as they left my mouth.
Timothy leaned back slightly, his expression suddenly serious. "Okay. What about him?"
"I don't know," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. "It's like—I can't stop thinking about him. His face. His body. The way he looks at me. It's messing with my head."
There was a long pause before Timothy asked carefully, "Are you… saying you might be—?"
